So yeah, the idea of this one shot is that the reader is in an abusive relationship with some twat and our man Em is their bestie. Long story short he will save y'all from your abusive man! Cause he is your superman ;) hehe. Annnyway moving swiftly on! I will now start.
(WARNING: Violence 🖕🏻)
You screamed. You struggled. You did everything you could. You punched him, you kissed him. You tried to restrain him. You tried to love him. But nothing worked. He was still angry at you for nothing you'd done. Well, nothing you could think of.
"Stop it!" You screamed, curling up on the floor with your arms around your face. This was an attempt of a surrender.
"Don't talk to me like that bitch!"
"Jason stop! Please!" You screamed, receiving another hard slap across the mouth. "This isn't you! Stop it!" You kicked him away and sprang to your feet. You went to grab your phone, but it was stuck under your pillow.
"(Y/N)! Don't even start!" He shoved you back against the wall. One hand pinned your arms above your head, as the other one whipped you across the face. You cried out in pain, only encouraging him. His hands were hard against your face.
His hair was dishevelled and messy on his forehead, his skin was pale with veins bulging from his temple. His eyes were blood shot with rage.
How could you love a man like that?
You screamed as he tore you apart, ripping parts of your clothes and leaving gashes on your skin. He pushed you down on the bed, making you gasp out.
God no.
You reached for your phone, which was still under the dumb pillow, you grabbed it and unlocked it. Jason pulled your (h/c) hair roughly, making you cry out.
You dialled Marshall's number and turned it on loud speaker. As soon as he picked up your screamed.
"Help me!" Your cry was blood curdling.
"(Y/N)?!" That was Marshall's voice.
"There's no use calling Mr. Big Shot ya little slut, he can't save you now!"
Jason picked your phone up and threw it across the room. You heard it crack, and gave up, hopeless.
Although the screen was cracked, the line was still on dial. Marshall heard everything. It took him seconds to get in his car and speed to your place. He kicked the door in and walked in.
You were on the bed, blood smeared across your mouth.
"Jason!" He growled and grabbed your cockhead of a boyfriend and dragged him away from you. You punched him hard in the mouth, making him fall unconscious on the floor.
You were breathing heavily as he picked you up and carried you to his car. He cradled you in his arms. He drove you back to his house and took you upstairs, lying you on his bed and going to the bathroom to get some cloths. He came back and started cleaning your face, his touches were gentle and hesitant.
"(Y/N), you need to leave him." He stroked your hair out of your face.
"Consider it done." You grumbled.
He gently kissed your forehead,"You can stay with me, I'll make sure you're safe."
"Thanks superman." You giggled.
He smiled,"Any time."
